In Pyjamas to the Park
It is an illusion that one can hide in a labyrinth or behind one’s own wall. But I needed this, a place to call my own. I am actually a home bird who likes to wander through his own park in my pyjamas, along meandering paths that sometimes lead me to my goal. (…) The music I write here is different from what I have composed in Cracow. It is here that the Clarinet Quartet came into being, with one stroke of the pen (…).